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Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica

So close, no matter how farCouldn’t be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areAnd nothing else matters Never opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don’t just sayAnd nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us something newOpen mind for […]

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver

Wild Geese | Mary OliverYou do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and […]

Love Isn't Always Perfect

Love isn’t always perfect. It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of […]

Bright star, by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,         Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task         Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,         Pillow’d upon […]

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,or bends with the remover to remove:Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken;it is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. […]

Sweet Thing, by Van Morrison

And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges firstAnd I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirstAnd I shall watch the ferry-boats, and they’ll get highOn a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky And I will never grow so old againAnd I will walk and talk in gardens all […]

Too Late Now, by Jane Powell

Too late now to forget your smileThe way we cling when we’ve danced awhileToo late now to forget and go on to someone new Too late now to forget your voiceThe way one word makes my heart rejoiceToo late now to imagine myself away from you All the things we’ve done togetherI relive when we’re […]

Colors Passing Through Us, by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauveinto lush velvet, purpleas the stain blackberries leaveon the lips, on the hands,the purple of ripe grapessunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color,like a new flower in a bud vaseon your desk. Every dayI will paint you, as womencolor each other with hennaon hands […]

Take My Hand, by Skerryvore

Here we both standThe moon and the stars light the dance floorAll that we needIs here in the still of the nightAll of the wordsCould never describe a wonderThe feeling of peaceWhen everything is just right Here we both standLonging to hold one anotherNever to endWrapped in the sweet summer airWishing that weCould stay in this moment foreverInto the […]

Love is Awful, from Fleabag, by Phoebe Waller-Bridge

Love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It’s […]

First Date, by Brian Bilston

We’d so much in common, that was clear from the start:A marriage of souls, like de Beauvoir and Sartre.The connection was instant, almost irrational:simply simpatico, fully compatible. You confessed you loved winter, North Yorkshire, and cats.‘Me, too!’ I responded. ‘How amazing is that?’You were wild about Wharton: you loved Ethan Frome.‘His best’, I said, thinking […]

The Marriage Box, by Unknown

Most people get married believing a myth that marriage is a beautiful box full of all the things they have longed for; Companionship, intimacy, friendship etc … The truth is, that marriage at the start is an empty box, you must put something in before you can take anything out. There is no love in […]

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